It's been a while. I'm still alive.
November was a weird month weight loss wise but while the scale didn't move how I wanted, I have lost inches and it's weird to know that there is a whole picture that isn't just a number.
I also struggle with being worthy of this new life. Because it IS a new life. I take up physically less space but am owning more of the space I am in. I don't know if that makes sense, but let me explain a bit more. 160+ pounds ago I literally took up more space. And I was constantly apologizing for that space. When I was bumped into, I would apologize, I tried to make myself smaller, I tried to blend in more and remain as invisible as possible. Which is really hard when your morbidly obese.
Now, I'm an introvert naturally, SO I'm still not the loudest person in the room, but I'm more comfortable with the space I'm in. I'm more comfortable in my skin.
I don't know if that makes any sense whatsoever, but it does to me. And I guess that's what this is all about.
Do you apologize for the space you take up in the world? If you do, don't. You're worthy of your space.
If you've been there before, did you make a shift out of that way of thinking? Or is there no big deal about this? Just curious.